A Xaela born to the Tumet clan, he never was particularly good at pathfinding or even finding his way across a field. As happens to all Tumet children, after his tenth summer he was tied to the tree. Easily managing to slip free of his bonds, he set off to rejoin his tribe... And never saw them again. Doing his best to survive alone on the steppes (or wherever he found himself), he eventually came across a merchant caravan kind enough to take him along who gave him a name (though none know where they pulled that mess from). Initially doing simple errands for them, he grew to wield a lance in the caravan's defense until the master of the merchants retired and the members went their separate ways. Deciding it was time to experience more of the world, our young Xaela, now grown, set out to visit the imperial capital of Garlemald... Strangely, he ended up instead in Gridania, and from there circumstances have driven this confused child into bizarre situation after bizarre situation.
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